Every Now and Then You Ought to Check the Batteries in Your Smoke Alarms

Pelosi, Reid, Axelrod, et al seem to be sleeping through all the warning bells, beeps and whistles represented by Scott Brown’s victory in Massachusetts. The house is on fire, the smoke is billowing through the halls, and these people continue to snooze away, convinced that the repudiation of Obama’s over-reach is a mere bump in the road to serfdom.

There is a growing number of Democrats, however, who are having second thoughts about playing Russian roulette with a six-shot revolver loaded with five bullets. Rep. Anthony Weiner believes that passage of a health care bill (in either the Senate or House version) is now about as likely as porcine aeronautics. Even [sound of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing the Hallelujah Chorus] The One is making cautious noises: “President Obama warned Democrats in Congress today not to ‘jam’ a health care reform bill through now that they've lost their commanding majority in the Senate” (oh, so it’s all Congress’s fault, now, is it?)

And from the Department of Inexplicably Confusing Harry Reid with Jimmy Stewart’s Character in Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, we have the increasingly insufferable Garrison Keillor providing evidence that the resemblance of his physiognomy to pond life is no accident:

Reid is the gentlest and most patient soul in the U.S. Senate and his presence there in a colony of bull walruses is a tribute to Nevada. He's a soft-spoken man from hardscrabble roots in the mining town of Searchlight who possesses Western honesty and openness and a degree of modesty startling for a senator, and if he goes down to defeat to some big bass drum, the Republic will be the poorer for it.

(Proudly stolen from Moonbattery)

Update: Captain Heinrichs has the perfect solution for those pesky Democrat fund-raising calls.